So today has been Mr. Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday, 1805. He was indeed a noble Dane, and was widely appreciated in Denmark, not to mention the world.
‘The Ugly Duckling’ tells of a mother duck’s disappointment in having a homely son. On the plus side, it turns out the Duckling is a misplaced Swan. Happy Ending.
Mr. Andersen was a fine fellow, but he was something of an ugly duckling himself (though it’s hard to tell with our Rhino model pretending to be Mr. A.)
‘Your Inner Rhino’ wishes you a Happy April Fool’s Day.
Rhinos can never make up our minds about broad humor; We gravitate to it, and yet, the assault on our dignity can be extremely tiresome.
Possibly these humorous episodes build character. Possibly.
And so, with March-ing orders, We depart the month, anticipating Rhinoid Developments.
By Hook or Crook.
Interpretive Dance is just what it sounds like; We do it, and somehow the movements translate a sense of one thing or another. The movements may be sweeping or subtle, they still express one attitude or another.
Rhinos have always been gifted as Dancers, and actually, almost all movement is open to interpretation.
If you want to see how varied it can be, watch a crowd at an athletic event; see how invested the individuals are, each dancing away, a testimony to their mental state. Nifty. Or watch a line of folks in the grocery store. Same thing, different Dance.
There is a certain mystique to the way each of Us Rhinos addresses Life’s Many Experiences. So many complex decisions, choices, options. Go left, right, up, down? Who can tell?
Since Logic often confuses Us, Rhinos are dependent on our Inner Guide. We proceed and hope for the best.
As a system for combatting Confusion, this works as well as any Rhinos know of. That said, We do watch our step.
Phrenology is the practice of feeling around for bumps on the head, lumps which explain why Rhinos act as We do. The process is fun, since We don’t know what We might find. Rhinos all have lumps here and there, but if they indicate something beside clumsiness, who could tell Us what?
We do not know, but We still pat our heads. When it occurs to Us.
We may not know Today what is going on, Phrenologically, but who can say about tomorrow? Right. Nobody.
It isn’t just Rhinos who want to know what’s happening, or about to happen. It’s tempting to investigate Developments, especially armed with Special Equipment.
Mr. Elijah J. Bond patented the Ouija Board in 1891, and sales were brisk. In theory, you push the pointer around, then discover stuff. All are whelmed by the revelations.
The Staff at ‘Your Inner Rhino’ find Ouija as good a tool as any for figuring out what on earth We are doing ourselves with the day’s posting. Talk about Unforeseen Revelations! Oh Boy.
Whereas it is true that Rhinos do not own hangers (wooden or wire), We felt you Readers might be interested in the sort of casual wear We would put onto those hangers, if We had them- hangers, that is.
Rhinos gravitate to snappy ensembles, though for Us they are hypothetical.
We also acknowledge and aspire to the majestic design talents of Scarlet Envy. What a gal!
Even for Us Rhinos, today can’t always be the very Most Delightful Day that Ever Was. It can seem unfair, but there it is.
But there is one sure-fire remedy, an option Rhinos call Concertina Power, which is the Uplift that music can offer the Dilapidated Spirit.
The actual instrument is not necessary, but the Will to get happy is. Humming can do the trick all by itself.
Today is Mr. Harry Houdini’s birthday, born 1874. He was a Consummate Showman, creating and performing Death Defying Acts, astonishing One and All.
Although We Rhinos may appreciate Houdini’s feats, Rhinos have no choice but to undertake a more demanding task.
Survival is not an entertainment for Us. Carnival Trickery will not be enough. It would be nice if it was.
Your Inner Rhino 